Where the Weed At (feat. King Lil G) - Cash Only

(Neco 'bout to shoot y'all) Y'know I'm sayin'? Ayy, nigga Nigga, pull up, you know I'm sayin'? Nigga gon' get hit with a bazooka ('kay) Y'know I'm sayin'? I upgrade all of my shooters GTA V, the gang on a mission Niggas be swingin' and fightin' like bitches Niggas get stitches, and he gotta get it Lil Eric the killer, he tweekin', he trippin' (he trippin') Niggas be shook when they thuggin' with me I'm on his head, and he duckin' from me (he duckin' from me) I guess I'm a sucker, she suckin' on me (she suckin' on me) I'm from McDonald's, she lovin' on me They fuck with that boy, and they know he a rat (he a hoe) Bucks on that boy, then he gotta get whacked (he whacked) Glock .26, nigga, who finna lack? Just met a new hoe, and she know where you at (she know where you at) Walk in the party, they know I'm a shooter These niggas hoes, go work at Hooters Clip full of hollows, spreadin' like rumors Just sco'd on an opp, nigga, no, I ain't hoopin' (ayy) I don't know how to act, damn, who shot you? Cyraq? Bustin' me, bullets fly back He kiss her and eat her, I hit from the back Can't try to delete 'em, I'ma bustin' MAC (boom-boom) If we get to boxin', I'm shootin' yo' ass (I'm shootin' yo' ass) Get in a shootout, I'm shootin' yo' ass Wet y'all shit up, Jacuzzi yo' ass ('cuzzi yo' ass) Just bought a suppressor, I'm mutin' yo' ass (c'me here) Fuck all the opps, dead or not We not finna fuck, give me head or not (give me sex or not) Catch him in traffic, he dead or shot Let's go catch a body, you scared or not? If I go to Chicago, I'm fuckin' with BD's We gon' shoot hollows, he gon' shoot BB's Load up the Glocks, we spinnin' like CD's (Neco 'bout to shoot y'all) He wanted some clout, so I put him on TV Come try me, and see if this Glock blow Reach for my chain, you gon' be on Fox, hoe (you gon' die) Yo' body gon' jump like a jump rope Call me Cyraq, I be fuckin' on opp hoes (I be fuckin' on opp) We get to beefin', I'm whackin' yo' cousin Just like a layup, nigga, I'm clutchin' (ayy, nigga, I'm clutchin') Glock with a beam, got him dancin' like Usher Hop out on yo' block, let him know he a buster (boom-boom, boom-boom) Bitches bustin' again (uh-huh) Me and yo' bitch back fuckin' again (uh-huh) She peelin' you off, and she droppin' yo' lo' (yeah-yeah) I don't even know why you be cuffin' that bitch (bitch) This a Glock not a SIG, run up, hit his chest, hit his head (boom-boom) When he fall then you pick off his man's (boom-boom) When 12 die down, we gon' do it again (rrah-rrah-rrah) Ayy, gang, where they at? I can't find 'em (uh-huh) And I been lookin' hard, they hidin' (they hidin') Man, they ain't outside, they lyin' (niggas lyin') He was just talkin' crazy, now look he cryin' (boom-boom-boom) Outside it's crackin', that .30 on me (uh-huh) I popped a med, now I can't go to sleep (yeah-yeah) I'm in the crib, but I'm still in the streets (yeah) Pockets on fats, my shit obese (yeah) I'm smokin' Tooka, I mix it with Streetz Bullets, they hard, knock out his teeth (boom-boom) Blood on his shirt, he at my feet (yeah-yeah) It's blood on my money, this shit wasn't free I got a bitch, we don't go up on dates (uh-uh) But she know her role, she stay in her place (rrah-rrah) I be with Youngin, he pourin' an eight (uh-huh) Bitch, I'm in my prime, I ain't talkin' 'bout steak (yeah-yeah) GTA V, the gang on a mission Niggas be swingin', and fightin' like bitches Niggas get stitches and he got to get it Lil Eric the killer, he tweekin', he trippin' (he trippin') Niggas be shook when they thuggin' with me I'm on his head, and he duckin' from me (he duckin' from me) I guess I'm a sucker, she suckin' on me (she suckin' on me) I'm from McDonald's, she lovin' on me They fuck with that boy, and they know he a rat (he a hoe) Bucks on that boy, then he gotta get whacked (he whacked) Glock .26, nigga, who finna lack? Just met a new hoe, and she know where you at (she know where you at) Walk in the party, they know I'm a shooter These niggas hoes, go work at Hooters (these hoes) Clip full of hollows, spreadin' like rumors Just sco'd on an opp, nigga, no, I ain't hoopin' (ayy) I don't know how to act

King lil g - tattood gunz Baby gunz in the house suckas Drummer boy - its that ak Its that ak Bang bang bang, bang My whole click is like that Like what? My whole click is like that Like what? We sip forties & smoke heavy I'm high ass fuck with my camp My whole click is like that Like what? My whole click is like that Like what? Gettin' jumped by my enemies And I'm still down to fight back Drummer boy came through With a ounce of the purp And I couldn't even think straight that day My eyes real low Me too And I'm laughing at these haters Who be trippin' We in first place I got this girl Who be staying out in burbank Who you talkin' bout? The girl with the mercedes She with me She ain't really gonna work lately She be loving me I'm talkin bout this girl crazy Top shelf Yeah I'm talkin bout the medical Can't nobody handle me I'm something like an animal Pocket checkin' your homies Thats for collateral Bulletproof In a room full of bad hoes Sucios worldwide & they know about it Dedicated to my fans Who never ever doubt me Rowdy in a cloud full of loud Started with a click Now we deep in the thousands Style so repetitive I represents the elements Of drummer boy & baby gunz the menace We the infamous I'm tellin' you I'm gettin it While smokin' on this medicine And all I wanna do Is stack up on dead presidents Baby gunz the menace Ak47 blowin' up Neck full of gold Son of the king You already know whats up Yo we hop out the ride Blowin' loud smoke My whole click Make your bitch go down low Let em know When we fly Out of town though Where we from g? L.A. west coast Where we got finest dro Bitches say they come from mexico Different city & area codes Hell yeah I swear we got the baddest hoes We don't really trip about hoes man We make our money grow like rogaine You think you alright When you fucking with me Hell naw, you fucking with the whole gang Ak logo on the fitted Girl came down And she with it Ugh take her to the spot Where my bros at Let em know we all gon hit it Yeah I'm smokin' out of that woodgrain My homies moving that cocaine I'm faded off of that potion My blood is full of that potent Can't see me Cause I'm ghostin' My pistol never be holsted Aye yo g tell em where we at In L.A. we just posted Blaauuuww